I too worked for a very wealthy family, as baby-sitter to their three children (12, 9 and 2) as well as cleaning, sorting laundry and ironing and preparing the dinner for the children, putting the little one to bed then making the adults dinner. They would return about 7pm. They went to the gym after work.
I did this 5 evenings a week for over a year for less than NZ's official minimum wage. I also took their elderly mother out on jaunts, and was paid a donation towards my petrol.
When Christmas came round, I was asked if I'd go and help with the food preparation for the 35 guest, all of whom were family, some of them knew me very well and were always polite and friendly.
Christmas is in summer here, so it was a lovely buffet: many salads, sliced meats, smoked fish, seafood, strawberries and cream which the Mother and I prepared between us whilst everyone else sat in the huge garden.
They ate outside, I ate in the kitchen until someone came in and pretty much forced me to join them outside.
Then came the gift giving.
We were all in a circle around the tree. Names were called out and the children 'delivered' the gifts. There was nothing for me.
Someone said, 'Isn't there a gift for (my name) in great surprise and our hostess had to admit there was not.
One member of the family, a lovely man of about 40 who had a mental handicap handed me the beautiful book he'd just been given: 'Scenic New Zealand' and wished me a very happy Christmas. There was absolute silence from everyone else.
Nothing more was said. I got on with all the washing up for 35 people, let myself out and went home.